Page 248 of Playing the Pucking Game
His hair is a mess where I’ve run my hands through it, his lips are still swollen, his chest still moving rapidly, and then…those V lines and what they lead to just waiting between my thighs.
I will never ever forget this image for as long as I live.
When I find his eyes again, I discover he’s just as distracted by my spread thighs.
“So…uh…” Ripping his gaze away from my pussy, he finds my eyes as his hand shifts to rub his neck. “About this dinner with your parents.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, unable to find any words.
“What time is it, and do I need to wear a suit?”
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PARKER
Iexhale slowly, letting a stream of air blow past my red-stained lips as I stare at myself in the mirror.
Feeling nervous is stupid. It’s just dinner with my parents and a boy I’ve known all my life.
They see him as one of their own. They love him.
But we’re going to turn up together.
They know we don’t get on. They’ve spent years watching us bicker, just like Rett and Casey did.
We agreed to tell them that he’s the colleague I’ve been living with. But we’re keeping everything that’s growing between us under wraps for now.
I’m not ready to hear others’ opinions.
Okay, Rett’s.
My parents will be happy for us, I’m sure. But Rett…he’s going to be another story.
All my life, he's been fiercely protective. No guy I’ve spent time with has ever been good enough, and I know for a fact that, despite Linc being his best friend, he isn’t going to live up to what Rett would want for me.
It’s bullshit. But I guess it’s his big brotherly right.
Linc is home. I heard him rush into the apartment a little over ten minutes ago after the meeting with his agent ran over. He messaged me the second he got out and told me to be ready.
Well, I am.
I’m also terrified.
It’s just Linc and your parents; you have nothing to be scared of.
I thought he was joking when he asked if he needed to wear a suit.
But it turns out that he was deadly serious. He wanted to be my plus-one tonight. Hell, he practically begged me.
It was…mind-blowing.
I was lying on his guest bed with my legs spread, everything on display, and he was asking to tag along to meet my parents. His hard dick was out the entire time, and we were talking about having basically a double date with my parents, as if it’s freaking normal.
Spoiler alert, it is not fucking normal.
It’s heart attack inducing.
I smooth my dress down with trembling hands before I force myself to move. If I stand here any longer, I’m going to convince myself that tonight isn’t necessary and go and hide in the bathroom.
